Vacations are supposed to be relaxing right? They are supposed to help you recoup from the stressful day to day things right? Well then we must be doing something dreadfully wrong.
It started out fine. I had gone to the store to get snacks for the road trip and thought out some quick and easy dinners to prepare while we were there etc.
So the day arrives for us to leave. I’m the first one up because I had gotten a full 8 hours sleep and my poor hubby had only got about 5. It’s around 5 am and I find a note near the coffee maker from my oldest son (13) saying he’s sick and to cancel the vacation. What? Noooooo……That’s not how this is supposed to start. I’m basically ready to call it off because I know what’s going to happen next. My youngest will come down with it and we’ll just be 600 miles away tending to sick kids without all my comforts of home. And not only that I’ll be stressing about US catching it and the whole week will be about us traveling 10 hours to be sick somewhere else. *sigh* (Stress Level? 10)
BUT……hubby was ready to press on. After all it was only a head cold. Okay, you da boss. So we pressed on. We grabbed some tissues, got everyone fed and packed and were on the road by 6:15am.
I started out driving since, I had mentioned before, hubby only got 5 hours sleep. The drive went smoothly but because of my varicose veins and not being able to sit for very long periods of time, we had to stop every 2-3 hours. It was a long long drive………
To be continued……..
And there will be pictures in the next post.